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Fangirls are Drunk when you're Harassed by the Drummer's Phone
Fye's on tour with the guys. YAY! First few shows are AWESOME. Mariland? Man, Fye gets DRUNK. After she told her brother she DIDN'T. But anyways. Phone updates!! xD
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WARNING!! What you are about to read DOES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT not suitable for children and immature teens who DO NOT understand the concept of making love.
If you're MATURE, please go on and have fun reading. ^^
o°~Mina-chan~°o
"You're up in five."
"Wish me luck..!"
"Idiot, I wish you ALL luck, egotistical smart-ass!"
"Sure, I love you two."
"HEAD GUITAR/HEAD SMASHING!"
"Shut up Frankie."
It's only been a week since the guys started their tour. But, even though they weren't all that known, the crowds were BIG. And above that, the people were going crazy! But, then again, Gee WAS acting like a whore on stage. Which made me laugh like HELL!
No seriously, hearing him moan on stage? God, do people really think he sounds like that when he REALLY moans? Pfeh, I know WAAAAY better.
"This song is dedicated to a certain girl I know... Let's fuck with her brain a little!" Gerard announced, making me laugh even HARDER.
The moment he said 'song is dedicated to a certain girl', I knew WHICH song it was, and who the GIRL was. One, it was 'My way home is through you', and two? That girl was ME. Duh. And Donna. And NOT Olivia. YAY!
Speaking of bitches, that sad little girl still tried to pry Gee's cousin away from him. GOD she was such a WHORE! She missed school one day. News got around fast: she got aborted. Stupid whore.
No, no.... COW. Big. Fat. COW.
Aw crap, now I feel like drinking milk...
The songs, one after the other, were AMAZING. People jumped and screamed and SUNG. Not a LOT sang the songs, but still, it made my heart swell up(with pride, duh) when I saw people screaming the lyrics. Sure, "I brought you my bullets, You brought me your love" wasn't KNOWN that much, but, who fucking CARES?!
People loved My Chemical Romance.
People loved Gee. Mikey. Frank. Bob. RAY! With that 'fro of his... CRAP that makes me laugh every time!! This time, he stuck a comb and an empty can of beer in there. The can went flying before the third song was over, but the comb...
God knows how it managed to cling for dear life for the entire show.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're fucking AMAZING, you know that?!" I laughed like crazy, an arm slung around Frank's shoulders.
"Yeah, wouldn't Gerard know about that, eh?" Frankie snickered, nudging said emo-pants.
"Who cares about Lazy-ass?!" I laughed again, throwing my arms around Mikey. "It's Mini-Way the crowd loves!"
"It was just one girl..." Mikey mumbled, his face steadily growing red, more and more. Like a thermometer!
"Who screamed it like a thousand times. With her friends. With THEIR friends. I call that one times twenty-something, dude!"
The night was pretty awesome; we'd all gone to New-York after having passed through Connecticut, Massachusetts, New-Hampshire and Vermont. We had a day between every show, mostly for Mikey and the other guys to catch u on a little studying. After all, Frank, Gee and I WERE the only graduates around(yeah, SOME graduate: got 34% on my geography exam!).
(A.N: No really. I REALLY failed a geography exam at 34%. About a month ago. xD)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Yes, I'm sticking around Gee and the guys all the time... No, I haven't fought, OR SMOKED so please don't ask... OR drank. God, do I look like a...? Yeah, I'm calling him as soon as you HANG UP NICK!"
Telephone conversation update #1: Home, New-Jersey
"...DUDE! Sorry I didn't call before I was super busy and really couldn't find the time and my phone battery went dead and wouldn't come back to life and I tried borrowing Frank and Gee's cells but they didn't work either so I was all like WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA CALL BRANDON so here I am now outside the bus calling you from a public phone GOTTA BREATH!!"
"...I love you too. Call more."
Telephone conversation update #2: Brandon, Florida
"Are you DONE YET?!" Bob called, sticking his head out of the tour bus. "We've been waiting for AN HOUR!"
"It's been five minutes, Bob." Ray sighed raising a brow as he passed behind him.
"Sorry! Coming." I smiled, hanging up and jumping back up on the SEVENTH place I'd call home.
There were all the guys' places, and my own house... School was DEFINATELY not a place I'd call home. Fuck no! Not with all the fucktards they call STUDENTS and TEACHERS... Damn the stupid jocks.
HA! We'd show THEM with our motherfuckin' awesome tour!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm tireeeeeeeed...!" I whined, spread on the floor of the bus, a bottle of beer in my hand. Damn, I never shoulda drunk in the first place..! But hey, it's the show's fault.
People from Maryland are like.. Intoxicating! They seem to move all at the same time, with the lights, And MAN did Gerard's moan seem to turn them on! God, I swear there were two of three girls that FAINTED from seeing him like that. And I understand them. Had I been a rabid fangirl with nothing to do with her life, I probably would've don the same thing.
THOUGH! What really buzzed me was the crowd-diving and the fighting in the pits. Crap, I swear not ONE fucktard DARED get close to me.
After I'd knocked out four or five guys in a row. Though, there were still drunk and smoking idiots that came after me. They never learned my name, but they learned to get to know my fists better.
"It's your fault for drinking." Bob muttered, poking my right breast with his drumstick.
"STOP ABUSING ME YOU FREAK!" I screamed after a while, getting progressively anyone. But then we both laughed it off, after I'd fallen back on the floor.
"Fye's as drunk as a saiiiiilor...!" Frank sing-sang, dancing around me.
"JAMIA! You're midget's annoying me again!!!!"
"Hoh crap."
"IERO!!"
"Fye, I hate you."
"Awwww, I love you two, short-stuff...!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"...Fye..?" Gerard whispered, surprising me while I was taking a shower in the hotel we'd stopped at.
"FUCK! Don't SCARE me like that..!" I gasped, bringing a hand to my chest to control my breathing. "Oh, right. What the shit do you want?" I asked, not getting any reply.
Well, I sure and hell knew that it meant when I heard a towel falling to the ground. Didn't take long before the sexy guy who dropped it joined me in the shower, pinning me up against the wall.
Weird how he likes to pin me up against wall and doors.
"You're taking advantage of me...!" I whined in fake annoyance, not able to make it look realistic with Gerard's lips tracing up and down every inch of skin he could find.
"You were drunk six hours ago. You're fine now." He growled, slamming his lips on mine, while I ground my hips against his.
Now THAT was a genuine Gerard Way moan.
Not at ALL like that fake stage crap.
If you're MATURE, please go on and have fun reading. ^^
o°~Mina-chan~°o
"You're up in five."
"Wish me luck..!"
"Idiot, I wish you ALL luck, egotistical smart-ass!"
"Sure, I love you two."
"HEAD GUITAR/HEAD SMASHING!"
"Shut up Frankie."
It's only been a week since the guys started their tour. But, even though they weren't all that known, the crowds were BIG. And above that, the people were going crazy! But, then again, Gee WAS acting like a whore on stage. Which made me laugh like HELL!
No seriously, hearing him moan on stage? God, do people really think he sounds like that when he REALLY moans? Pfeh, I know WAAAAY better.
"This song is dedicated to a certain girl I know... Let's fuck with her brain a little!" Gerard announced, making me laugh even HARDER.
The moment he said 'song is dedicated to a certain girl', I knew WHICH song it was, and who the GIRL was. One, it was 'My way home is through you', and two? That girl was ME. Duh. And Donna. And NOT Olivia. YAY!
Speaking of bitches, that sad little girl still tried to pry Gee's cousin away from him. GOD she was such a WHORE! She missed school one day. News got around fast: she got aborted. Stupid whore.
No, no.... COW. Big. Fat. COW.
Aw crap, now I feel like drinking milk...
The songs, one after the other, were AMAZING. People jumped and screamed and SUNG. Not a LOT sang the songs, but still, it made my heart swell up(with pride, duh) when I saw people screaming the lyrics. Sure, "I brought you my bullets, You brought me your love" wasn't KNOWN that much, but, who fucking CARES?!
People loved My Chemical Romance.
People loved Gee. Mikey. Frank. Bob. RAY! With that 'fro of his... CRAP that makes me laugh every time!! This time, he stuck a comb and an empty can of beer in there. The can went flying before the third song was over, but the comb...
God knows how it managed to cling for dear life for the entire show.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're fucking AMAZING, you know that?!" I laughed like crazy, an arm slung around Frank's shoulders.
"Yeah, wouldn't Gerard know about that, eh?" Frankie snickered, nudging said emo-pants.
"Who cares about Lazy-ass?!" I laughed again, throwing my arms around Mikey. "It's Mini-Way the crowd loves!"
"It was just one girl..." Mikey mumbled, his face steadily growing red, more and more. Like a thermometer!
"Who screamed it like a thousand times. With her friends. With THEIR friends. I call that one times twenty-something, dude!"
The night was pretty awesome; we'd all gone to New-York after having passed through Connecticut, Massachusetts, New-Hampshire and Vermont. We had a day between every show, mostly for Mikey and the other guys to catch u on a little studying. After all, Frank, Gee and I WERE the only graduates around(yeah, SOME graduate: got 34% on my geography exam!).
(A.N: No really. I REALLY failed a geography exam at 34%. About a month ago. xD)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Yes, I'm sticking around Gee and the guys all the time... No, I haven't fought, OR SMOKED so please don't ask... OR drank. God, do I look like a...? Yeah, I'm calling him as soon as you HANG UP NICK!"
Telephone conversation update #1: Home, New-Jersey
"...DUDE! Sorry I didn't call before I was super busy and really couldn't find the time and my phone battery went dead and wouldn't come back to life and I tried borrowing Frank and Gee's cells but they didn't work either so I was all like WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA CALL BRANDON so here I am now outside the bus calling you from a public phone GOTTA BREATH!!"
"...I love you too. Call more."
Telephone conversation update #2: Brandon, Florida
"Are you DONE YET?!" Bob called, sticking his head out of the tour bus. "We've been waiting for AN HOUR!"
"It's been five minutes, Bob." Ray sighed raising a brow as he passed behind him.
"Sorry! Coming." I smiled, hanging up and jumping back up on the SEVENTH place I'd call home.
There were all the guys' places, and my own house... School was DEFINATELY not a place I'd call home. Fuck no! Not with all the fucktards they call STUDENTS and TEACHERS... Damn the stupid jocks.
HA! We'd show THEM with our motherfuckin' awesome tour!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm tireeeeeeeed...!" I whined, spread on the floor of the bus, a bottle of beer in my hand. Damn, I never shoulda drunk in the first place..! But hey, it's the show's fault.
People from Maryland are like.. Intoxicating! They seem to move all at the same time, with the lights, And MAN did Gerard's moan seem to turn them on! God, I swear there were two of three girls that FAINTED from seeing him like that. And I understand them. Had I been a rabid fangirl with nothing to do with her life, I probably would've don the same thing.
THOUGH! What really buzzed me was the crowd-diving and the fighting in the pits. Crap, I swear not ONE fucktard DARED get close to me.
After I'd knocked out four or five guys in a row. Though, there were still drunk and smoking idiots that came after me. They never learned my name, but they learned to get to know my fists better.
"It's your fault for drinking." Bob muttered, poking my right breast with his drumstick.
"STOP ABUSING ME YOU FREAK!" I screamed after a while, getting progressively anyone. But then we both laughed it off, after I'd fallen back on the floor.
"Fye's as drunk as a saiiiiilor...!" Frank sing-sang, dancing around me.
"JAMIA! You're midget's annoying me again!!!!"
"Hoh crap."
"IERO!!"
"Fye, I hate you."
"Awwww, I love you two, short-stuff...!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"...Fye..?" Gerard whispered, surprising me while I was taking a shower in the hotel we'd stopped at.
"FUCK! Don't SCARE me like that..!" I gasped, bringing a hand to my chest to control my breathing. "Oh, right. What the shit do you want?" I asked, not getting any reply.
Well, I sure and hell knew that it meant when I heard a towel falling to the ground. Didn't take long before the sexy guy who dropped it joined me in the shower, pinning me up against the wall.
Weird how he likes to pin me up against wall and doors.
"You're taking advantage of me...!" I whined in fake annoyance, not able to make it look realistic with Gerard's lips tracing up and down every inch of skin he could find.
"You were drunk six hours ago. You're fine now." He growled, slamming his lips on mine, while I ground my hips against his.
Now THAT was a genuine Gerard Way moan.
Not at ALL like that fake stage crap.
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